The Grape Pain
Today I am a grape
Hanging on a vine
Perhaps to be plucked one day
Ending up in someones wine
Maybe I'll be bitter
One of the worst ones you could eat
Or possibly be the most tastey ones
The sweetist of the sweet
I hang with a bunch of others
That I see all through the day
Longing to be anywhere
But there seems to be no way
Seeing alot of other beauties
Farther down the line
Hoping they will notice me
When I'm plump and in my prime
though now the nights are getting colder
Others have begun to all fall down
Bunches of dying grapes
Laying everywhere on the ground
Unable to handle this madness
I'm letting go of this vine tonite
So I won't have to wake to this sadness
That I must see through each days light
Dan Kearley:9-21-11
Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2011
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